Yeah, right.
Obviously, based on what Amber had written, something had happened between her and Patrick last night that might hurt Patrick’s relationship with Lien-hua.
That was unbelievable, that was seriously Is Patrick cheating on Lien-hua with Amber?
No, that didn’t work. Not at all.
From what the note said, Amber was the one apologizing, and whatever had happened seemed to have been her fault.
Besides, Tessa refused to believe that Patrick would mess around with his brother’s wife. Not only was he in a serious relationship already, she couldn’t imagine him treating his brother-or any guy-like that.
But there was something between Patrick and Amber, wasn’t there? Back in the past, before Amber and Sean got married?
And now she was leaving Sean?
Tessa flumped onto the bed.
This was for Patrick’s eyes only. You were never supposed to see this.
She debated what to do. If she said anything to anyone-Sean, Amber, Patrick-it would probably only make things worse.
If you bring it up with Amber, she’ll totally assume Patrick told you-which would not be cool.
And anyway, this wasn’t really any of her business; whatever issues Sean and Amber were having, they needed to work them out on their own.
However, this also had to do with her dad, and, if she was reading things right about him and Lien-hua, her potential stepmom.
She stared at the note.
But you could at least feel things out, right? Amber brought it up to Patrick. Who’s to say she won’t bring it up to you too?
Yeah, that might work. Just feel things out.
But be subtle.
Tessa scrunched up the note.
Subtle. She could do subtle.
She tossed it into the trash can.
Then left to go find Amber.
For a little girl time.
I was in the cruiser en route to the motel.
The day was growing pale, slipping into night.
Both the sheriff’s department and state patrol had their hands full with the electrical outages from the storm and stranded civilians who hadn’t stayed off the roads, not to mention the search for Kayla and Donnie and the added security for Alexei. We could definitely use some more eyes up here.
I punched in SWAT Team Leader Anton Torres’s number, and he picked up.
“Pat, good to hear your voice.”
“Are you guys still in Merrill?”
“Yeah.” He sounded irritated. “We’re not making a lot of progress down here, though. Did you get word about the news footage? The press clippings?”
“Yes, but I haven’t had a chance to review them yet.”
“Yeah, well, the Evidence Response Team found some videos hidden in the trailer. We’ve got three DVDs recording the murders from the last six months, and get this: six VHS cassettes’ worth of footage of the crimes fourteen years ago. The ERT’s digitizing them now. I’ll have ’em send you the files as soon as they’re done.”
“So, only videos of the crimes with Basque?”
“Yeah. Looks like it.”
I thought again of the theory that Lien-hua and I had been probing that someone other than Reiser was the killer and had dabbled with the DNA evidence to make it look like Reiser was our man. The tapes and DVDs could have easily been planted in his trailer before we arrived.
Who had access to Basque’s case files? Me. Jake. Ralph, who originally helped me track him down. Torres, who’d needed to prep his men for the mission in the trailer park. A number of lawyers, detectives, and agents over the year. Lien-hua “What are you thinking?” Anton asked me.
“I’m wondering if Reiser was set up, if he wasn’t really Basque’s partner at all. You arrived in Wisconsin before I did. Did your team have any other clues that might have led to someone other than Reiser?”
“No. Nothing.”
“Listen, Anton, if you and your team aren’t needed down there, I’ve got a job for you up here.”
“What’s that?”
“We’ve got two missing persons: Donnie Pickron-”
“The guy whose family was killed?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t look like he’s the shooter. We also have a missing woman named Kayla Tatum. Alexei Chekov is in custody.”
“Chekov?”
“A cleaner. A freelancer. Local law enforcement is stretched thin, and between you and me, I don’t trust them to contain Chekov.”
“I should be able to come, but I’ll have to clear it with the director.”
“Call her. Put it into play and let me know.”
“The roads are a mess, though. It might take us awhile to get there. Everything’s closed down tight around here, and the snow’s still coming down.”
“Do what you can. I could really use your help.”
A small pause. “So, did you ask her yet?”
“Who?”
“Lien-hua. I heard she’s up there.”
If nothing else, he was persistent. “Anton, the timing hasn’t been quite right for popping a question like that.”
“I’m telling you, Pat, the future’s uncertain. You never know what might happen. You need to seize the day.”
“I’ll see you tonight.”
“I’ll be there. Bro.”
While we’d been speaking, the day had continued to die. Now as I hung up, I realized that in their search for anything suspicious at the old ELF site, Lien-hua, Sean, and their driver no longer had daylight on their side.
65
Amber was gazing in the mirror above the sink, lightly touching up her lipstick. For the past few minutes, Tessa had done her best with the small-talk-understated-probing-question thing but hadn’t really found out anything. She was anxious to get to the point, so finally she said, “So you and Patrick first met, when?”
“Back when Sean and I were engaged. A little over five years ago.”
Feel her out, Tessa. Don’t, like, accuse her of anything, just try to see what might have been going on. Subtle, remember?
“And you, what? You hit it off?”
Amber paused. Looked into the mirror not at herself but at the reflection of Tessa sitting on the bed behind her. “I guess you could put it like that.”
“How would you put it?”
“How would I put it?”
“Yeah. You struck up a friendship? Had a lot in common? There was a good vibe going on?”
So, okay, screw subtle.
Amber seemed to be debating whether or not to reply. Finally, she turned and faced her. “What would you like to know, Tessa?” The words sounded flat and steely. A tone Amber had not used with her before.
“Are you leaving your husband to be with my dad?”
Almost instantly, Amber flushed, as if she’d just been caught red-handed shoplifting or lying to a friend. “You read the note.”
Tessa nodded. “Well?”
“Patrick has nothing to do with why I’m leaving Sean.”
Tessa wasn’t sure she believed her. “Whatever happened between you and Patrick? Did you guys… well… you know?”
She half-expected Amber to evade the question or tell her in no uncertain terms that it really wasn’t any of her business, but instead she said, “It’s not what you think. It was… Mostly we just talked.” Amber slowly put her makeup back in her purse. “There’s nothing going on between us. Between me and Pat. You need to know that.”
“What about when my mom was alive?”
“No,” Amber said unequivocally. “Nothing. I swear. Pat and I didn’t even speak for almost three years.”
“Is this why you didn’t come to the wedding?”
“I was in the hospital.”
Oh yeah, now she remembered, Patrick had told her. “Food poisoning.”
A long, unbalanced silence. “It wasn’t food poisoning, Tessa. It wasn’t that kind of hospital.”
The depression meds?
“Oh.”
“I was ashamed, so Sean and I never told Pat. Believe me, there’s nothing going on between me and your father.”
Tessa wanted to believe her, in a sense did believe her, but felt like she needed to hear Patrick’s side of the story before she made up her mind about any of this.